2/29/06
I am so committed to moving forward in my life, in so many ways. I want a new life. I want to be able to know what God want's of me and to really do that. This is my goal for my Christian experience.
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I am so committed to moving forward in my life, in so many ways. I want a new life. I want to be able to know what God want's of me and to really do that. This is my goal for my Christian experience.
Recently I was reading that we need to pray specifically for what we want God to do. What do I want God to do? I want him to put a fire for him in my life. That is my prayer.
2/28/06
Like many people I received a gift which needed to be assembled. But I looked at the item and thought, "Oh that is easy enough." I slapped pieces together and tried to operate my gift. It ran slowly and I was frustrated. "What's wrong with this thing- what a piece of junk!" I fumed at the way it operated.
Christmas was a disappointment to us. Neither of our children were able to be with us. Our daughter was snowed out and our son too sick to visit. So I ended the day depressed.
Lately I have been feeling very spiritually dead, but as I sit here I remember Daniel. For days he prayed and seemed to get no results. Finally an angel appeared and told him that he had heard Daniel's prayer and had started coming to Daniel from the very first prayer.
12/23/06
12/22/06
Christmas is just around the corner and I am so darn tired. Ever since Thanksgiving I have been running, running, running.... Now as Christmas is nearly here I am feeling ugly and mean. Is this the way Christmas is supposed to be? Of course not. Somehow I have allowed myself to spin out of control.
Recently I held my grand daughter's. They looked so sweet and gentle. As I was holding them I thought of my dad. His health is going down fast. Each Christmas I think will be his last. It is painful to see him there.
12/21/06
12/20/06
As I blog daily, it occurs to me that I need to do something differently. I need really two things going on. Daily, I try to honestly share in life what is happening in my life and lessons about God it teaches me. But, I need to do something differently now. Christians need to be "real". Pretty words, and fast sayings too often pepper the Christian's vocabulary. "Let God Let God!" Nice but how many of us really do that. "Where God shuts a door; he opens a window." True, but then why do we worry so much.
I admire so much people which can set a goal and go for it. I have a friend which is struggling with the addiction of drinking. Many times I have heard her frantically working to not have a drink. Soon she will be at two years sober. Her focus and determination always amaze me. I am so proud of her. Me, on the other hand- I am trying to change my life style to include exercise and eating correctly. I have lost six pounds in six months. That is not impressive; because I flounder around. I start then look some other direction and forget and don't do what I need.
Today was one of those strange days. First I went to an appointment and was told off-later to have the person admit that she was in the wrong. Then I spun my car out. Wasted my time shopping and getting things I now know I really need to return.
My house is a wreck. My grand daughter spent over a week here. She has so many things moved and placed in places I am still finding. But, I don't mind do the cleaning; because everything I move or pick up; it reminds me of her. Yes, I am tired; but the joy of her little life just makes my heart smile. I love her so much, and though she was lots of work- I would do it again in a moment. I think that is the same joy God has for us, his children.
My grand daughter just left and I feel lonely. I find lots of things she has changed. We have hand prints here and there; we have found items from when she was here. And as I go around my house cleaning...it makes me think. When I leave a bad habit; something that is making me less of a Christian, bits and pieces of those behaviors may still be around. But, that is when I can give my self to Jesus.
Right now I do not "feel close to God". Does that mean God is not near? Of course not, it simply means I am in one of those places where you feel like God is gone.
My little grand daughter is visiting. She is a toddler and I seem to always be running. The thing is that I am running in circles. I pick up her toys, she throws them down. I give her food; she drops it on the floor. I mop the floor, she spills her drink. I am so tired, and I feel like this is going no where.
Recently I have been disappointed with some of the choices my children have been making. I know that the things I taught them they are turning their backs on. I can see in the future their lives will be faced with misery and sadness; but they continue to go in the direction of fools. They do not see that those choices make a difference. I keep praying for them; knowing that my prayers will be with them for better or worse. Still seeing them in making these choices hurts me.
My grand daughter was with my mother and I shopping. She giggled and grabbed for a soft ball made of rubber. My mother was delighted to buy her the ball and excited to let her great grand daughter play with it.
I was standing in a line waiting to return my items when a woman behind me went in front of me and took my place. "I don't have time for this, she fumed."
Recently I was listening to a tape on personalities. This tape was not the standard four type personalities. It was dealing with personality qualities which cause conflict and which help heal. As the speaker went through the types I saw myself clearly in one of the four he mentioned. And then as he went around the wheel I also saw a good friend of mine in another section.
Hi everyone; Jazz here--finally! Been a long time since I last posted, but here I come again! I had an experience today which, though negative, inspired gratitude in me, and I'd like to make this particular post a public "THANK YOU" to my mom and my late father, and my dear stepfather, "Papa" who has been a beloved part of our lives for many years now. My mom and dad raised all of us kids to be responsible for our own actions. When we did well, we got the praise; when we screwed up, they didn't take an ounce of blame! And my stepfather is like that too, very much a man of respect and taking responsibility for one's actions. I was talking with someone today who, indeed, does have a hard life--much harder than my own. Some of it, however, is his own fault, and he seems to live to have the whole world feel sorry for him! The worst way to get someone's compassion is to STRIVE for it! I'm so grateful I have a great upbringing, and a great stepfather now even, who encourage and promote responsibility for myself and my problems. Mom and dad, you did great with us! Papa, you're a gem, too, and I learn from you! Thank you to my dear parents for raising me right--all 3 of them! Love Jazz.
Yesterday I missed my time with God. I wanted to spend time with him, but found myself chasing a toddler; but that is an excuse and not a reason. My reason is I did not really make time for the run. We do what we really have to do. I did eat: I showered, and there were many other things I did. So when it really came down to it, somehow I did not manage my time as well.
My grand daughter is with me and I am very busy; busy running after toys never picked up, busy with feeding her, busy with laundry....and just busy with a little child. When I look around my house there is a mess everywhere, and things are needing attention. I love it.
Today I am going to pick up my grand daughter. It will be a long journey, but we have prepared for it. Bags packed, hotel reservations made and paid for- I dread the drive; but at the end is my grand daughter. So I am excited about the trip.
I am trying so hard to lose some weight. I am not doing well, it seems life just gets caught before my eyes and I some how derail myself. This frustrates me and I get angry with myself. "Why don't I stick with this, I beat myself."
My friend is going back to college. It has been a long time since she stopped. I don't really know why she stopped but she did, and I felt is was a shame. She is bright, kind and loving; and, she is very talented. So I kept bugging her to go to school. Finally she saw the chance and now she is going for it. Her face shines as she even thinks about it.
Last night I had a Christmas party in my own house. I think everyone had a good time and they got along well...But I way over ate. I ate pizza. I ate cookies. I drank juice. On and on went my food binge and finally I felt bad. What was I thinking? I don't know. I just know, it was too much and I did not feel good.
I have spent all week decorating my house for Christmas. It is excessive but I do it for several reasons. The first reason is that it makes me feel less depressed. The second reason is that when my house is all fixed up, others enjoy the decorations. I like helping people have joy.